CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON

by Jonathan Sheffi

Solution: LOADED

Each censored rap song contains a reference to a gun, always represented by a single CENSORED no matter how long. Add the numbers on each pair of guns' photos to get a number, then convert it to a letter. This creates the phrase DRUNK OR RICH, which clues LOADED.

2-Pac, "Hit 'Em Up"

Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Muthafucka I hit `em up

Eminem, "Guilty Conscience"

What, didn't think I'd remember
(I'ma kill you motherfucker)
Ah-ah, temper temper, Mr. Dre, Mr. NWA, Mr. AK
Comin' straight out of Compton, y'all better make way

50 Cent, "Who U Rep Wit"

Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war
I got a 4-4, pierce ya'll niggas' jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout
Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out

Ludacris, "Rollout (My Business)"

I got my twin Glock .40's, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Notorious B.I.G., "Ready To Die"

In a sec I throw the Tec to your fuckin'neck
Everybody hit the deck, Biggie bout to get some wreck
Quick to leave you in a coffin, for slick talkin
You better act like CeCe, and keep on walkin

Dr. Dre, "Nigga Witta Gun"

44 reasons come to mind
Why you muthafuckin' brother is hard to find
He be walkin' on the streets and fuckin' with mine
Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind

Onyx, "Throw Ya Gunz"

Uh-oh!! Heads up, cause we're droppin'some shit
On your now shot skills, Onyx Tec-9 for a while
Keep your eyes open in the fight, I'ma swell 'em
The hardcore style, rowdy n wild, hits I'ma sell 'em (sell 'em)

Ghostface Killah, "Daytona 500"

The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex
Index finger be sore, bustin' these fly scripts
The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans
Layin'with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands

Chamillionaire, "Ridin"

I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat
Glock Glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key

Lil Flip, "We Ain't Scared"

Pick up your Mac-10 quickly
And bring the pain
One in the brain, one in the body
It's an everyday thang

Mike Jones, "Laws Patrolling"

I love to ride fresh, but hate to ride with Tecs
But the way that these jackers roll up, knowing for the best
With diamonds on my neck, bulletproof vest on chest
I got my own laws, I'm here to serve and protect

Bone Thugs N Harmony, "#1 Assassin"

Stop, everybody, what's that sound?
AK-47, so ya better hit the ground
Stop, everybody, what's that sound?
AK-47, so get the fuck down!

Snoop Doggy Dogg, "Murder Was The Case"

Nigga roll up on the side of him man
Roll your window down
Man hand me my motherfuckin' Glock man gimme another clip
Cuz I'm gonna smoke this fool

Ice-T, "6'n The Mornin'"

SWAT team leader yelled hit the floor
Reached in my pocket pulled my .44
Dove across the room peeped out the window
Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto

Three 6 Mafia, "Ridin' Spinners"

I'm packin' a Glock believe it or not I'm ready to bust
And down here we drink purple (and we drink that Tuss)
So grab a cup Juice so I can pour it up
And if you represent yo hood, go on throw it up

DMX, "Ruff Ryders Anthem"

Cause now you on the floor (what)
Wishin'you never saw (what)
Me walk through that door (what)
With that 4-4 (what)

Wu-Tang Clan, "Uzi (Pinky Ring)"

I got my Uzi back
You dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
I got my Uzi back
You dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back

NWA, "Straight Outta Compton"

Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancin'
With a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act the motherfuckin' fool

Eazy E, "Boyz N The Hood"

About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin'up gang signs
Ran in the house, and grabbed my clip
With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip

Ice Cube, "Check Yo Self"

Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played
Cause they bitch made pullin' out a switchblade
That's kinda trifle, cause that's a knife-o
AK-47, assault rifle

Shyne, "Diamonds And Mac 10's"

Diamonds and Mac-10's
Tell a friend
Yellow bottles, models, hollows
`Til my very end

Public Enemy, "Public Enemy No. 1"

You and your mind from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time, a crime that I can't find
I'll show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Public Enemy number one